God Of Martial Arts

"Let me take the initiative to admit defeat. You really don't have that qualification. At least, we should try to show some strength." Cloud flying mouth showed a sneer, a step, the sound of roar, the trend of heaven and earth gathered, incomparably surging, he once again, by the power of heaven and earth, that covered in his body of the blood eight diagrams, are slightly shaking.

"Since you don't admit defeat, I'll give you a ride." Yu Mo said coldly, and the blood color on the eight trigrams became more and more bright. He yelled: "strangle!"

As the words fell, the eight trigrams like blood whirled wildly. The blood between black and white rose to the sky and killed Yun Feiyang. This time, Yu Mo didn't have any hand left. He would kill Yun Feiyang and save his face.

"There is a general trend in heaven and earth. Any means can't be powerful. All attacks are vain and will be annihilated."

With a cold drink from the clouds, the spirit of Zhenyuan is roaring, and the steps step forward again.

"Boom!" The battle platform on the ground rolled and moved, as if shaking, and even gave birth to cracks. The general trend of heaven and earth was so surging, and the momentum and Qi of the cloud flying up into the sky, and the real element turned into air current and whirled wildly, to blend with the general trend of heaven and earth.

"The seven peaks of Xuanwu!"

The pupils of the crowd were all trembling. They were surprised to see the cloud flying and hiding the strength. In addition to the terrible trend of heaven and earth, they also had seven peaks of cultivation in the Xuanwu realm.

"This guy, what means has he practiced? We can't see that he concealed his cultivation." Lin Feng's mouth with a smile, cloud flying, and he, practice the means of hidden cultivation.

Yu Mo was stunned, and then his face gradually became gloomy. No wonder yunfeiyang dared to fight with him and was not afraid to be killed by him. In fact, he concealed his accomplishments.

"Seven levels of Xuanwu, I still want you to die." Yu Mo's face was gloomy, and his soul was crazy. The black and white Bagua pattern was so dazzling and monstrous that his pupils turned into a black and white world.

"Bloody gossip, hanging everything."

Yu Mo closed his eyes, and there were countless Bagua patterns all over his body. He fell madly towards the cloud and covered his body. In an instant, yunfeiyang was covered by the terrible eight trigrams pattern vortex, and his real power was frantically broken.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The earth trembled wildly. This time, the cloud flying feet continued to step out without stopping. The endless trend of heaven and earth oppressed Yu Mo, which seemed to crush Yu Mo, too heavy.

"You're not dead yet." Yu Mo's eyes trembled, and the gray world's eight trigrams eyes were staring at those eight trigrams patterns, and the patterns also whirled wildly with his eyes, extinguishing the resistance of the clouds, and strangling his body to death.

"Well?" Lin Feng frowned. This time, Yu Mo used all his strength to kill yunfeiyang. Yunfeiyang seemed to be in danger.

"Boom, boom!"

The terrible footstep sound continuously spreads out, the cloud flies the step to finally arrive in front of Yu Mo, a terrible world general trend converges to the peak, all press toward Yu Mo, as if to crush Yu Mo's body.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Two people's mouth in a person spit out a terrible shout, kill the meaning so fierce.

"Boom The terrible world trend carrier's indomitable strength fell on Yu Mo's body. Even though Yu Mo was stronger than yunfeiyang, he was still shaken out. A mouthful of blood was spit out from the corner of his mouth, and he was injured. The momentum that gathered all the strength of yunfeiyang shocked him.

The eyes of the crowd are stiff, obviously did not expect cloud flying can do this step.

"I want you dead!" Yu Mo was crazy, his hands stretched out, and the eight trigrams on him and Yun Feiyang roared together again. Yun Feiyang's body was still besieged by the eight trigrams and could not support it.

"I give in." As for Yu Yang, his body is fast enough to avoid the injury.

"I'll kill you if I give up. You must die today."

Yu Mo said with a gloomy face. The blood in the corner of his mouth stimulated his ferocity. The terrible eight diagrams devoured the real yuan power of Yun Feiyang. In the void, there were still blood colored eight trigrams hanging over the clouds.

Give up and kill?

The eyes of the crowd trembled. Yu Mo was really enraged and crazy by Yun Feiyang. In the first battle, he was defeated by Jun Moxi, and the second was wounded by Yun Feiyang, who was the lowest ranking. Only in this way did he fight two battles.

As a result, Yu Mo even forgot the rules of fighting.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The terrifying shrill howling sound spewed out from Yu Mo's mouth. To kill, we must kill cloud flying.

Yunfeiyang's face changed, and Yu Mo was really crazy. He admitted defeat and even killed him.

A whirlwind swept through the battle platform, which made the eyes of the crowd suddenly coagulate, and the blood color of the brilliance suddenly appeared. The crowd crazily saw a blood like setting sun blooming on the battle stage.

"Well?"The eyes of the crowd were stupefied, staring at the glory like blood, no, it seemed that it was a figure.

"Hiss!"

A slight sound came out, the sound was not big, the sun was as thin as blood, a bloody light was as thin as wings, it was so bright and sharp, across the void, and cut toward Yu mo.

"Get out of here." Yu Mo roared, and the terrible palm force shot out. However, only a hissing sound was heard. The thin blood color was only infinitely sharp, as if all the palms were cut off. In an instant, all the sleeves on Yu Mo's arm were broken, and a touch of blood flew out of his hand.

"Ah" Yu Mo only felt a sharp pain in his arm. All the power of terror swept out towards the bloody figure in front of him. At the same time, his body also retreated towards the back.

"Chop!" Another bloody light bloomed in the void. It was so strange that the terror power of Yu Mo seemed to be directly cut into two sections by the blood light of the monster, losing its original power and dispersing towards both sides.

When the blood light fell and the glory was gone, the crowd finally saw what had happened. On the stage of the battle, there was a figure, a white dress, with a slightly thin figure, which seemed to have some bleak meaning. His hand, like the sword of blood, was so weird and dazzling.

"Lin Feng!"

The eyes of the crowd trembled. It was Lin Feng who made a move. It was like a blood demon sword. It was so terrible.

At this time, Yu Mo, who was retreating, broke his arm's clothes, and blood was dripping down his arm. There, there was a trace of blood. He was injured by Lin Feng's sword.

"That's great." The eyes of the crowd are staring at Lin Feng and Yu mo. many people even stand up. They are curious about how strong Lin Feng will be if all his strength is in full bloom. Can he still defeat Yu Mo, the eight peak of Xuanwu?

Yu Mo's eyes are icy and piercing. He stares at Lin Feng and is injured again. He is injured again. He was injured by cloud flying just now. At the moment, he is injured by Lin Feng. The mole ants in his eyes, which were almost killed by him in the falling devil Kingdom, are now holding a bloody sword and cutting his arm with a sword.

"Shameless mole ants, they actually attack." Yu Mo's cold spit out a voice, bite the two words of sneak attack very seriously, as if to save some face for himself.

"I didn't attack you head on?" Lin Feng faintly spit out a voice, holding a sword like blood, indifferent way: "don't forget, it is you who violate the rules first."

After that, Lin Feng turns around and goes to Yun Feiyang's side. Because Lin Feng's hand just now, Yu Mo has no time to take care of Yun Feiyang's side. The bloody eight trigrams pattern has disappeared, and yunfeiyang is back to normal.

"Are you all right?" Lin Feng asked.

"It's OK. He hurt more than me." Yunfeiyang has a cynical smile in his mouth. He doesn't insist on winning or losing. He pays more attention to it. He thinks that the gap of strength is there. If you are doomed to win or lose, if you are too persistent, you will only affect yourself. As long as you break through yourself and be the best yourself, it will be enough, just as he hurt Yu Mo just now That's enough, he thinks.

"Since I hurt more than you, dare to continue?" Yu Mo cold spit out a voice, staring at the cloud flying.

"Don't provoke me. If I give up, I'll give up." The cloud flies the yang to say peacefully, do not care.

"Continue?" Lin Feng's eyes slowly lifted up, looking at the snow Impermanence in the void, and said: "master, they are the last battle of the second round, and then it is my turn to fight. I wonder if I can choose him to fight with me!"

Lin Feng's finger points to Yu Mo, which makes the eyes of the crowd tremble fiercely. Lin Feng, the first battle of the third round, wants to fight Yumo!